Pain
My viscera ache with each blow of the shovel.
My mind races with each step as I stumble.
Simply living in a world that does not exist, it’s a struggle, a struggle I cannot resist.
In this world you have to fight when everything turns against you.
I’m losing my mind, is that the issue?
I’m going insane, maybe a little crazy.
Those voices in my head, of course they faze me.
It’s hard to forget someone when they gave you so much to remember.
My bones they shake and my body tremors.
Please don’t wake me up even after December.